Panoramic

We walked into
The temple of our dreams
With sandy feet
And tanned brows,
Full of knowing
The future belonged to us.
How we rejoiced
In those rented hours of summer,
Borrowed against the promise
That we would never again
Own our youth,
Displayed beneath moonlit piers.
It was the cause and effect
Of astonishing sunsets
Over the Gulf of Mexico
Greeting our intensity.
Yet,
There was so much more.
Now these panoramic memories,
Effervescent and thriving,
Return with each passing June.
There, I can still
Smell the salt on my skin,
And taste the fire of living.